has it been long enough.?. or how much longer is it gonna take.?. wonders wander off late at bight wanting to give the fuck up... jus to turn to lusts n live a lil instead of waiting on what's in no rush... are u on ur way or not.?. or cane the emotions awaiting ur arrival say fuck it n rot.?. times ticking n my hands ain't felt passion's gift opening up for some a while now... so am i to remain alone without a word to lemme know i've been found.?. it's like u ain't looking for some strange reason yet i can relate... shit gets a lil too real looking into a strangers eyes as stares change... i get it but what the fuck am i to do.?. sitting still with a dream that u exists with that familiar thrill... knowing it could jus be in me fuckin head... making shit up so i don;t get attached to someone else's bed... finding comfort in others the way you've landed in arms undeserving of lost hopes... all the while jus wanting to go the fuck home... so who are u if i don't recognize ur face.?. if u refuse to open ur mouth n say a lil something to capture the chase... or are u not running after a thought in which i reside in.?. it would be nice to know if i ain't wasting time by restricting myself to stretch patience ever so thin... so if u don't mind, could u appear or lemme die so i ain't buried alone... i'm calling a truce to live with or without u so make yourself known...
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